Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.